Charles opened the door for me, and softly said, "Jules is in the suite upstairs," as I walked in.The double doors to the suite were open, so I walked...in and found Jules curled up on the couch. She looked at me with red eyes and a tear streaked face. Her expressions went through anger, regret, fear, love, and pleading. I went to her and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her head on my chest, ruining a perfectly good shirt. "Why would you leave me like that? I was giving you. .."Meredith, I'm upsetting your routines enough as it is, go ahead and wear whatever you like ... or not wear anything at all. Please don't change anything on my account. In the wading pool, near the end, I didn't even notice anymore that you were naked. As for Mark, I find it completely normal. I'm still not used to being naked, myself, however and, even though I joined you in the pool this afternoon, at the moment, I'm not sure I'll ever get used to it. I hope you won't feel insulted if you. The idea did seem to appeal to me for some strange reason.Actually it was not the idea of dressing up like a girl that appealed to me. What appealed to me was the idea of being a feminine person like Sandy was. I knew that her clothes would fit me, and after letting her nag at me for two hours one morning, I agreed to let her dress me up.So while she went home to get me something to wear, I went to the bathroom and I took a bath, and denuded my body of hair in the process. I could not believe. From the women dominating to them being super slutty subs, I was hooked. I even started getting into forums of people telling their stories meeting transwomen and some more fictional hot stories. I will let you know this interest never led me to be into guys in any way. I love the feminine side of women too much, with their hot curves of asses and tits. However, by my early 20s I was into the porn enough, and the stories, that I had to try something in person to feel out this exciting.